Posts tagged Hangover

• Wake up, slightly sweaty, hair still in ponytail, hoop earrings still in ears, phone underneath my body. At least I took my shoes off. Actually, I think I walked home barefoot, so I don’t really know where my shoes are, to tell you the truth.


• Pick up ketchup bottle from the floor next to my bed, put it back in the fridge. I hope I wasn’t eating it on that half-eaten tortilla on my bedside table. C’mon Kelsey.


• Drink the entire contents of the Britta water filter (from the pitcher itself). This thirst is way beyond cups. 


• Stick face under kitchen faucet. Drink that water, too.


• Toy with the idea of taking a shower. Decide I really should shower. Gather shower items while pouting about decision like this. Sit down in shower, but only for a second, jeeze, lay off!


• Drive to work. Stop at Super America for my “Sunday Survival Supplies” (3 bottles of Powerade Zero and a Milky Way). Whatev, Cashier! Like you’ve never accidentally drank 6 tallboys and then accidentally taken a double shot of Wild Turkey at last call. It was an ax-si-dent!


• Serve people their brunch. Complain about everything (customers, weather, general state of my life, etc.). Mix a handful of Ibuprofen into the hashbrowns I stole from the kitchen. 


• Leave work. Think about going to the beach or working out. Decide I’ll do those things after I do some laundry.


• Put in one load of laundry and fall asleep watching an iCarly marathon with my sunglasses on and one hand still in a bag of Tostito’s Scoops.


• Wake up from nap. Feel guilty about wasting another Sunday. Promise myself that next Sunday will be different.


• Put laundry in the dryer. Eat any and all leftovers in the fridge. Drink the whole Britta again. Pee for like 4 minutes straight. Go to bed.